[ It doesn't hurt, not truly, if anything it prompts another inelegant crackle of laughter, nose wrinkled, snorting as he shakes his head and stumbles into the next step with some measure of grace. ]

Ah- what was it, imagining me with breasts or the manner in which we managed it? I had to be heavily perfumed so I wouldn't smell of glue and bone the entire night. If I never have to wear orchid perfume again in my life, it will be far too soon.